Dad went there, I went there (still live here), little sister is finishing her first year.
I remember one reading day (the day off before exams) we were out in the stream filling the boxes with mahi and a few wahoos and got a good laugh at the thought of my friends (and older brother) at UNC spending their reading day on campus in Chapel Hill.
Every time I went surfing (after class of course) I would look at my buddies and say "This is where we go to school." I had my 17' Jones Brothers in my dorm parking lot freshman year, talk about taking land clamming to the next level...
